Raven was not prone to sulk were things not to go her way, but even she could not deny that having powerful jaws clenched around one's neck was anything good. Wolf's jaws were more than powerful enough to snap her fragile avian neck, to shake her back and forth until her head fell from her body.

Except decapitation was never a great hurdle to overcome once one overcame the disorientation of looking at one's own body from a new angle.

Wolf indeed closed his jaws around Raven's neck and bit clean through it. Raven's head spiraled as it fell to the stone floor and landed with a meaty thunk followed shortly by her body. Raven glared up at Wolf and cawed loudly in his face when he leaned forward to sniff her body, scaring him into leaping away comically. Raven's detached body sprung to its feet and waddled over to her head. The curious sensation of reattaching one's own head is impossible to describe for those who have never experienced it; thus, it will only be said that Raven was whole once more.

Shifting into human form, Raven casually wiped her neck to examine the fresh blood still there. Smiling wryly at Wolf, she held out a bloody hand. “You can either lick my hand like a good boy, or you can turn back into a human, and we can have a civilized conversation.”

For a long moment, Raven thought that Wolf might attack her once more, as fruitless as it would be, but he too returned to his human form to stare at her intently. “You're not dead,” Wolf observed, staring at Raven as if he had never seen such a being before.

“No thanks to your best efforts,” Raven replied.